Introduction:-
Welcome
to episode one of three in this series of crossovers.. This promises
to be an interesting one to write and for you to read. Each "episode"
will be found in the relevant section as we have three different
crossovers to get through. Because I don't want to give away any
surprises I'm not saying any more just yet.

Disclaimer:-
Star Wars
was created by and is owned by George Lucas.

Buffy the
Vampire Slayer was created by and is owned by Joss Wheadon

I'm not
either of them so I make no money from the ideas in both.

Chapter 1

The only
real light in the grand hall came from in front of him. As he
approached he could tell it was a hologram of his beloved. A soft
blue echo of the person entombed within permeated the darkness but it
could not reach far. The rooms sole occupant kept to the shadows, the
dim light failed to cast anything but a vague impression of what was
standing there.

On the
surface this dark, cold, mausoleum was a mask of darkness and fearful
rage but inside was a good man who fought a war against his very
self. It had taken years of searching to find this place. Strangely
it had taken the destruction of his master's second most powerful
weapon to lead him here. Lost in hyperspace after the destruction of
the Death Star blind chance and fate lead him to this, all but empty,
room. In this time of dark peace the people who fought to protect
justice were hidden and forgotten. Including this one.

The last
true casualty of the Clone War. Now reduced to a dusty monument with
a fading hologram valiantly trying to preserve the image of the woman
inside. All the power he now had, all he would ever have, was for
nought as she was now, and forever, lost to him.

He was
never one for self reflection, looking back at the mistakes in his
life he knew he could not change them but in this lonely and
oppressive tomb he looked inward and over the life he once had. So
many sins, each one damning him for eternity. This, before him, was
his greatest sin, the death of her by his own hand. Her innocence was
only matched by her perfection and this crude flickering light was
pathetic compared to the nova she was in life. He could feel the
anger rising up within him and welcomed it. So much of himself was
gone with her that all he had left of life was that which destroyed
them both, his black rage.

Pouring
his power into the hologram, he forced it brighter until it
illuminated the whole room.

With a
snap-hiss a red lightsaber ignited, corrupting the pure blue
radiance. His voice-caster burst forth, unable to convey the pain of
loss and the joy of anger as his blade fell through the memorial. His
power shattered the holo-statue and in a burst of pure rage he
vaporised the floor around him.

Such was
his power and grief that it echoed through dimensions, unopposed by
boundaries or gods until it found a mirroring power. Seeped in the
Dark Side this power had no equal, where it came from. But here there
was an equal, for a fleeting moment the two met and nothing could
stop either of them.

He was
unprepared for it, and as it ripped those boundaries apart the Sith
Lord felt himself falling through the hole and in the fleeting moment
he felt the claws of death and he welcomed them.

In an
abandoned junk yard what little was left of a half built tower
creaked in the hollow wind. Almost a year ago this was the site of an
epic battle between good and evil. Now it was a forgotten monument,
long deserted. Thirty feet above the ground hovered a crack in the
universe, a splinter from the trans-dimensional crossroads a few
miles below the surface. Almost without warning it was ripped asunder
yet again, dark power flared through and for a moment reality bent to
pure rage born of an equally pure pain. A tall, black, shape roared
as it fell through the hole. He fell, knocked unconscious from the
trip as much as the fall. The rift closed as soon as it opened and
the fall was short and fast, all but invisible to everyone but those
involved in the supernatural.

Those who
could have seen this were too busy and non of them would have
understood it. So he lay at the foot of the tower, the sun gleaming
of his armour.

The sun
had gone down long ago. Slowly the Dark Lord awoke and got to his
feet. Reaching out with his feelings he tried to understand what had
happened. He felt the power of the Dark Side as it seemed to drench
the very rocks of the ground. Every Force user knew of places where
the Dark Side gathered in pools of energy but never had a place so
dark or so deep been even imagined. Looking up he tried to recognise
a single constellation, none of them were familiar. Burying his
confusion he left the junkyard in search for information.

He had
been walking for some time before he found them. Two humans wearing
strange colourful things. They were trying to follow him silently but
the Force was strange in them and they were easy to pick out. 'What
are you?' he asked.

'Could
say the same Darth. What's the matter lost your Death Star.'

This time
he didn't try for the dark mysterious image, spinning on his heal
the Dark Lord glared down at the two things that were no longer human
'What the Sith are you? Answer now or face the consequences.'

'Dude
we're vampires and you must be so sad its funny.'

'Snack
time Darth.' The two creatures lunged for him, they were fast.
Unfortunately for them a lightsaber is faster. He cut one off at the
waist and the other one through the neck. Vader tilted his head in
interest as the thing he beheaded exploded into dust, whatever dark
Force energies fuelling it vanishing. 'Holy shit man! You are Darth
Vader!' the one with no legs was gaping at him from the ground

'Yes.
You still exist? However if I was to remove your head I suspect that
would change. I will trade you your life for information.'

'Sold
man, sold. What you want to know?'

Vader
used the Force to lift the corpse from the ground, 'Everything.'

It was
several hours later and a Dark Lord of the Sith sat on a bench
considering exactly what he had learnt from the creature who's
remains were now caught by the wind. This was a strange world with
strange things on it. Once again he reached out with the Force,
pushing past the darkness seeping through the dimensional tear. At
first he almost missed it but once he realised that it was separate
from the tear he could no longer ignore it. The dark pain he felt in
his loved ones tomb, it was here too. Another Force user treading the
path of the Dark Side, a powerful ally. Careful not to make his
presence felt Vader felt around it, trying to discover its location.

Just as
he approached he felt the fledgling Sith start to fade. Before him a
strange building was hidden by some sort of Force-based shield. He
shattered it with a thought and entered but inside he found nothing
but still bodies. Then a fair distance away the Sith faded back into
existence.

The only
thing that could do that would have been a matter-caster. Something
that Republic and then Imperial scientists had tried before decreeing
it impossible. This world didn't have that technology. Could the
Force truly be behind this he wondered.

In one
room he found a large library of old books in a language he did not
understand. Was it possible that these Earthers had found aspects of
the Force that was beyond even a Sith Lord?

Knowing
that almost limitless knowledge was at his fingertips yet denied to
him sent Vader into a rage. He set to the building with his
lightsaber, hacking and slashing the crude structure to the ground.

Once he
had finished he sat on one of he rubble piles, contemplating his next
move. If these people spoke in Basic perhaps his
soon-to-be-apprentice to be would simply tell him what he needed to
know.

Willow
reached deep into Giles, sucking the magical energy out of the old
man. The power was amazing! She could feel everything in the world,
there was nothing, no mortal, hell no god with this much power! Then
she felt them, another one like her. They had the same power that she
had but their pain was just too much. Whoever they were they had a
pain just as deep but older, somehow richer. 'You poor basterd. The
suffering has to end.' With that she magically flew out of the
magic box to put an end to the worlds pain and whoever else it was
that felt as she did.Vader
watched the fireball as it careened across the brightening sky
'Impressive.' he muttered before continuing on his way to the
source of the fireball.

Half way
there he felt the new Sith as they seamed to fly out of the half
destroyed building. 'I will have words with this child, once I find
out how they are doing this.' Once again that night he followed his
feelings, grinding his teeth at the imprudence of whoever it was.

On his
way his mind wandered; it was obvious now that the Force had brought
him here to train this person but why had they chosen this path. They
were in pain, emotional anguish. It was likely that they lost someone
and that pushed them over the edge. The Dark Side used for revenge.
Something he knew far too well and look where it got him. He was now
this walking monstrosity, not even half human, the one thing in his
life that made him special was lying in a shattered mausoleum thanks
to him. The man as close as a father to him dead by his own hand. He
was feared throughout the galaxy and the only man who was once a
friend was now an obstacle. Could he demand someone else to chose the
same? Curse them to this life as he did his own?

When he
was making those choices the was nothing to chose from. Now he looked
back there were other ways. He should have listened better Obi-Wan
should have trained him, trusted him more. He should never have met
Padme. He should have killed the emperor when he had the chance.

Never
mind, with this new knowledge within his grasp he could return and
take power for himself. Then he would use that power to reshape the
Galaxy into a giant memorial for his love.

The sun
was in the sky now, beating down gloriously through the light clouds.
He was a dark shadow in that peaceful moment. A young man was running
parallel to him, heading the same way as a great serge of power began
to grow. It took Vader a moment to realise the Sith was somehow
channelling the Force energy of the planet. Shocked he increased his
speed. What could they want with that much power? But more
importantly how did one tap that power?

Willow
tore her attention from the person approaching, whatever they wanted
their pain would end with everyone else's.

Suddenly
Xander was there, she must have been too focused on the other guy and
Buffy to notice 'Hi black-eyed girl. What you doing?'

'Xander,
get out of here.' He was standing in her way, she would have to
kill him.

'Oh no.
You're not the only one with superpowers you know. You might be a
supped up uber-witch but this carpenter can dry wall you into the
next century.'

'I'm
not joking Xander! Get out of my way. NOW!' She blasted him out of
the way, injuring him. She had hurt Xander. Like a animal rattling
it's cage some small part of her saw the evil that she was capable
of now and rebelled against it. But it didn't matter, he would die
soon along with everyone else. The pain had to end.

She
watched as he painfully got back to his feet and in the way of the
magical energy again. 'You can't stop this' Willow stated, if
only she could get him to see that it was better this way. For all
the world.

'I get
that. It's just, where else am I going to go? You've been my best
friend all my life. Worlds going to end, where else would I be?'

'Is
this the master plan? You're going to stop me by saying you love
me?'

'I was
going to walk you of a cliff and hand you an anvil. But it seamed a
little cartoony.'

That
little corner of her that was left over almost smiled at him. 'Still
making jokes…'

'I'm
not joking. I know you're in pain, I couldn't imagine the pain
you're in and I know your going to do something apocalyptically
evil and stupid. But hey I still want to hang. You're Willow.'

'Don't
call me that!' She spat, Willow died with the same bullet that hit
Tara Whatever was left would die along with everything else. That was
why she HAD to do this.

'The
first day at kindergarten you cried because you broke the yellow
crayon and were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far,
ending the world not a terrific notion but the thing is, yeh, I love
you. I love crayon braking Willow and I love scary veiny Willow so if
I'm going out its here. If you want to kill the world then start
with me. I've earned that.'

'You
think I won't?' She would, it was Willow that couldn't. She
wasn't that Willow anymore and that niggling voice that was left
couldn't stop her. It couldn't.

'Doesn't
matter. I still love you.'

The
doubting voice in the back of her mind begged her not to, when she
shouted it wasn't just a Xander it was at herself. 'Shut up!'
To prove that she could hurt him she lashed out across his face with
magical talons.

Three
great gashes bled from his cheek. 'I love you.'

It
wouldn't work, no matter how much it struck deep in what was left
of her soul it wouldn't work, she lashed out at his chest with the
talons. Oh Goddess he was bleeding badly now, please Xander walk
away.

'I love
you.' He was coming closer

Willow
could taste the salt from her tears. No! She would not weaken! The
world must end. 'SHUT UP!' she screeched before sending another
blast to knock him out of the way but it wasn't enough.

'I love
you Willow'

Something
was wrong, the black pit she was drawing her power from, once
infinite was withering. Why? He was so close now and now there was
nothing left. 'Stop!'

'I love
you.' he was right in front of her.

There was
nothing left. Her power had simply vanished, she couldn't hold that
small part back anymore and like a dam braking it came in a flood of
tears. 'Stop.' She commanded it, it would be. Helplessly pounding
in Xander chest she tried but the Willow that she was came back
faster and faster. 'Stop…'

Willow
felt her "self" returning like it was returning from a long
journey. What had she done? Oh Goddess Tara was dead. Whatever magic
she still had a hold of she released and simply cried in Xander's
arms.

Xander
felt her tears through his shirt. Whether it was seconds or days he
couldn't tell but they knelt there for what seamed like an
eternity.

He then
felt a shadow fall over him and the loud heavy breathing of someone
that shouldn't be there; 'Touching, but if you care that much for
her you will give her to me.' Looking up he saw the angular helmet
of perhaps the greatest movie villain of all time.

'You
have got to be kidding!'

End
Chapter 1

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